Turning Point

"I'm not dead?" Xiao Chen said in astonishment.

In his memories, he had clearly died before, his Soul Fire extinguished and his consciousness scattered.

Yet now, he had actually come back to life.

"My divine soul has become so much more solid? Even the Power of Misfortune entwined around it has faded considerably?"

Though he was surrounded by darkness, he could still inspect his divine soul from within after opening his Mind's Eye.

Xiao Chen was stunned. The changes to his divine soul were enormous.

Compared to before, it was completely unlike the same soul.

If it had previously been a candle guttering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment, then now it was like someone who had been pulled back from the brink—still weak, but out of mortal danger.

"Could it be that Heaven finally opened its eyes, felt it had treated me too unfairly, and decided to compensate me?" Xiao Chen guessed.

Hong Chidao nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood. He had emptied his entire fortune to win Xiao Chen a sliver of life, yet Xiao Chen gave the credit to Heaven.

"Hahaha, Red must really want to cry, huh? If you want to cry, then cry! An old demon crying isn't a crime!" Qiongqi gloated.

The two demons had been watching Xiao Chen's every movement, ready to lend a hand at any moment.

Slowly rising to his feet, Xiao Chen walked aimlessly to the side through the red snow filling the sky.

He was utterly lost.

He did not know what to do, nor did he know how to leave this dark world.

He did not even know why this dark world had appeared within his Sea of Consciousness.

"Sleep! You have already endured boundless misfortune. Do you still wish to suffer?"